Our saga begins when we took her mother and sister from her cage for an overnight visit to a friend's house. We hoped to breed the doe to a wonderful buck there and show off the sister. Somehow, we didn't latch the cage door completely.
On our return, the door was hanging open and the cage was empty. We frantically searched our rabbit room. But we'd left a side door open while we were gone to let in the cool evening air and we were afraid she'd jumped out the door into the jungle.
I felt very guilty. Because I hadn't double-checked that door latch, a little doe had fallen pray to some horrible demise.
The following day, when I went out to do chores, I saw a flash of black on the floor. Yep, the doe had not left the building. So I grabbed Timothy and we corralled her. She's safe and sound.
Moral of this story? Several:
- Double-check your cage doors.
- Don't give up too soon. Black juniors apparently hide in the shadows well.
- Teach your young ones to stay inside the barn. There's a dangerous world out there!
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